You know...I could say the same for you. You didn't want to talk to me...what was I suppose to do. The last thing I told you was that if you needed me you know where to find me. You never contacted me..... And I got the impression you didn't WANT to communicate with me. Just with my Grandma dying, I couldn't take it all...I had to get away. And then after that...I didn't think I could handle returning. It was just all too much for me...but if you think I don't think about you, you're wrong. There isn't a fucking day that goes by that I don't. If want to or not. Had you contacted me I would have talked to you...even now I'd do that. But I'd have mixed feelings about the whole thing.